I wish I was still living at home, so I could have free range with my mum's sewing machine and all the fabrics she's just collected through the years. Not to mention her knowledge in how to do such things. I was never really interested in sewing when I was little but now that I'm getting old, DIY things are more and more and more appealing, simply so I can work with my hands and make something.
I do have my scrapbook and its materials here in my apartment now. I've only got one event I could do a page on, at this point. My social life and picture-taking have gone downhill with the dissolving of my sorority, my good camera quitting and my getting an apartment and spending all of my time with my cats.
I should take some photos of my apartment, maybe, but it's so unfinished. No furniture, really. Not very much decoration. I only just got curtains. Maybe this is why I'm so into DIY- maybe someday I'll find a bargain couch or chair or something and make it look pretty again. It'd be so nice to have a couch. C'est la vie.
I'm trying to be positive lately. I don't know if it's working, but I'm trying, and that's what counts. Painting, drawing - it helps.
